"If you say so, I am the same. Our village borders the town. There are many people who are younger than me. The children are already playing soy sauce."

"I feel that after I graduate and work for two or three years, I will be ready to get married."

As the only married Shen Zhizhu, she gave some suggestions.

"We are luckier than most people now. We can learn a lot of knowledge, work in a place we like in the future, experience different lives, and meet different people. If possible, don't be too anxious to enter the next stage of life. You must make sure what you want."

Shen Zhizhu now feels that what she said may be considered preachy, but these are her truest feelings.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand now. Once you enter society and work hard for a few years, you will understand.

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"Oh, let's not talk about these profound topics. Let's continue telling horror stories. Who's next?"

The lucky classmate, whose last name was Zheng, didn't want the atmosphere to become so heavy, so she took the initiative to change the subject.

"I'll do it!"

Another classmate volunteered. Following Xiao Tang's habit, she also sat up, wrapped herself in a quilt like a cocoon, and turned on the mining lamp.

[Okay, okay, this is what you call inheritance, right?]

Shen Zhizhu also became interested and looked forward to the next story to be told.

"Like Xiao Tang, there is no dramatic plot, and it is also purely fictional. Below, I will describe it in the first person."

"Oh my god, the first-person description is so immersive."

Zheng Xingyun muttered a few words quietly, then moved slightly towards her classmate who was sleeping head to head with her. She was really scared.

"It happened on a quiet night. My parents went to help out at a relative's house, so I was the only one at home. I was eating snacks and reading the newspaper at home when I suddenly heard someone talking at the door."

"I thought it was a neighbor who had come back, so I didn't take it seriously and continued reading my book. But suddenly, I had an intuition that there was someone at the door of my room. The lights in the living room were off, and my room was the only one in the house with the lights on. I was so scared that my hair stood on end. I was scared and nervous all over."

Not only her, but also the people who listened to her story felt extremely nervous. The first-person sense of immersion was so strong.

"I asked, but of course no one outside answered, so I thought it might be a thief. I suppressed my fear, went downstairs to pick up some heavy things, and blocked the door tightly. Then I fell asleep in fear."

"This is just one of the first times I've had this feeling. I've had it often since then. Sometimes I'm doing homework and it comes on suddenly. Sometimes I'm reading a book. It's always the same. One second I'm feeling happy and the next second I'm suddenly surrounded by fear."

Zheng Xingyun responded to every word she said, and she comforted him.

"It's really not easy for the protagonist in this story."

"Later, it wasn't just a feeling, but I could often hear voices. For example, I could feel someone wearing slippers walking back and forth at the door of my room, and then suddenly stop. Or I could hear someone talking at the door, but it was intermittent and I could never make out what they were saying. I was pretty brave at the time. One time, the feeling was so strong that I got angry and stood up and yanked the door open right at the door."

Everyone took a deep breath, waiting for the next story.

"But when I opened the door, I found nothing. Instead, my parents heard me open the door so hard and came out of the room. They asked me what happened. I told them the whole story, but they thought I heard it wrong. After they went back to their rooms, no one came out. They told me to stop reading and go to bed quickly."

"Oh, this is too scary. You clearly felt that someone was outside, but your parents said no one was there."

"Seeing that I was insistent and particularly scared, he searched all the places in the house where people could hide, even turning the cup upside down to control the water. There was indeed no one there, so I was relieved and thought I was just being too frightened."

"But the next night, the feeling came back. I was brushing my teeth when I suddenly heard someone calling my name from the side window. It was indeed the voice of someone I knew, calling my name. I subconsciously looked up, but it was pitch black, nothing there. My home is on the first floor, and outside the side window is a lawn. I didn't respond, probably because I was shouting "toothpaste" in my mouth, so I forgot to respond."

"After I reacted, I immediately rinsed my mouth, left the bathroom, went to my parents' room, told them what had just happened, and then I was unwilling to go back to my room to sleep because I felt that I was safest when I was with my parents."

The story told by the second student did not have any ups and downs, and her tone was also very calm, as if I was reading an essay without any highlights.

But it was precisely this tone of voice that made everyone feel scared, because they couldn't tell whether these were personal experiences or plots in a story. She was just narrating them in the first person.

Shen Zhizhu was also brought in and she asked questions.

"So, is the matter resolved?"

"After hearing what I said, my parents looked a little heavy. My father let me sleep on the bed with my mother, and he slept on the floor. The next day, he sent me to my grandmother's house and took me back after a few days. Strangely enough, I basically haven't heard any messy noises since then. In my parents' words, I was just too nervous about studying, and I'll be fine after I relax."

But is it really so? Regardless of whether it is true or false, now that they are listening to it, they really feel scared.

The student who reacted most obviously was Zheng Xingyun. She went to her good friend's bed and slept under the same quilt with her.

"No, I'm scared. I want to sleep with you tonight, so I have to agree."

Her friend, who grew up with her, was also familiar with Zheng Xingyun's courage, and seemed to have seen such situations often, so she did not refuse.

"Okay, then you sleep on the left side."

After finishing this story, they thought that it was better not to continue telling horror stories so late at night, so they talked about tomorrow's itinerary.